Hey, at least we’re not stewing about the dog any more…
…because the dotter is sick with something flu-like. The test came back negative for strep, negative for flu, but then the ped chatted up some other ped friends to discuss the sensitivity of the flu test, and given the dotter’s tendency to segue into she-should-go-to-the-hospital type pneumonia, the ped decided to treat it as if it were the flu.
Normally, I wouldn’t go hauling her off to the doctor right away after she got sick. But given that there was a 10-year-old boy who died of H1N1 within a day after developing the fever up the road in Second Biggest City a few weeks ago, coupled with that aforementioned tendency to pneumonia, I figured it was time to be cautious.
The upshot is the doc prescribed Tamiflu.
(Don’t read the side effects for kids. Just don’t.) (I’m hoping we’re not any of the folks who get those side effects.) (I mean, really, “may be at an increased risk of self injury and confusion shortly after taking TAMIFLU and should be closely monitored for signs of unusual behavior” just sort of raises the hair on my neck. How creepy can you get?!?!)
The dotter has never done pills (really!), just liquid medicines and shots. So when the doc asked, I said we should make it liquid…at which point it turns out there is no liquid form readily available, and there is just one local pharmacy that prepares the liquid form.
That pharmacy is, according to OmegaDad, The World’s Least Competent Pharmacy. This is the result of him showing up at the pharmacy hours after we saw the doctor only to have them take half an hour to figure out that they didn’t have the faxed prescription, and more time thereafter to call up the doctor’s office. OmegaDad was fuming when he got home, and said, in dire tones, that any further interactions were up to me, because he didn’t think he could keep from blowing his stack.
I call the doc’s office. I offer to use pills, to introduce the dotter to the concept, so we can avoid dealing with this pharmacy.
The doc’s office calls back: All the pharmacies in town don’t have the pills in the right strength, so we’re back to The World’s Least Competent Pharmacy. But TWLCP can’t get the preparation done before they close.
Oy!
It’s quite the distraction from the oh-OmegaDad-isn’t-going-to-step-on-Kai-on-his-way-to-bed feeling (Kai liked to sleep next to OD’s side of the bed). The we-don’t-need-to-close-the-downstairs-bathroom-door feeling (Kai would eat the cat food otherwise). The ongoing reminders. Sigh. Thank you all for your sympathetic comments; it has been quite helpful, actually.
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